It's quarter to three, there's no one in the placeExcept you and meSo set 'em' up Joe, I got a little storyI think you should knowWe're drinking my friend, to the endOf a brief episodeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadI got the routine, so drop another nickelIn the machineI’m feeling so bad, I wish you make the musicDreaming and sadI could tell you a lot, but it's notIn a gentleman's codeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road

You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poetAnd I've got a lot of things to sayAnd when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to meTill it's talked away

Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'Anxious to closeSo thanks for the cheerI hope you didn't mindMy bending your earThe torch that I found,Must be drownedOr it's soon might explodeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road